Santanché's "bagswaps", guarantees, stiletto heels, she defends herself from the opposition and from FdI. A lesson to Meloni

Rome. Learn, dear Schlein, to respond like Minister Santanchè. Learn to respond as a leader alone. Learn, secretary, to say “you will not find fear in my bag”, “I will not give up my stiletto heels”. Learn, instead of being touchy. Everyone will remember Santanchè’s words, everyone will remember this bullfighter, dressed in red, who shows up at the Chamber, on the day of the no-confidence vote, rejected, with the teeth of someone who has bitten the world. She speaks as a woman plus like Sorrentino’s Tony Pisapia who said “I never gave a shit”.

There is more truth in her alleged smeared bags, than in all the phone calls, and Santanchè remembers it, that the parliamentarians made to her to get into Twiga. Mean? There is more truth in her speech than in the smeared, friendly faces of her colleagues from FdI, who for months have been offering her to the fury of TV, newspapers, like fathers, in occupied Naples, offered their daughters to the Americans for a few pennies, a few complacent lines. Felons? Tajani, who thinks he is Craxi, and who gathers journalists to say, “Macron? And what do I know about Macron, ask Macron”. There are ministers Bernini, Schillaci, Foti, Casellati, Roccella, Calderoli, who leaves immediately, Giuli arrives who when he wrote to Il Foglio, but the invention is by maestro Giuseppe Sottile, called her “Pitonessa” and who comments, before drinking an aperitif: “Her impudence, her ability to defend herself is remarkable”. At the refreshment stand she eats cream puffs and to those who seek her outbursts, Santanchè replies: “I will entertain you. I will put my bag on the table”. It is the second no-confidence vote of the day, the first, in the morning, to minister Nordio, another rubbish of a motion so much so that the Chamber is deserted even by the person who presented the motion. For the M5s there are 16 deputies. Is the government more interested in being on the benches or should the opposition be the one to call everyone, order: are you coming even if you have the flu? They are, at least in this, all brothers of the fake, the fake is our real NATO, the fake that serves to make foam” There is the only exception of Roberto Giachetti who manages in his minutes to ask Nordio to account for the Dap and where the minister who quoted Anatole France ended up, today in the company of Matteo Piantedosi (present) the couple Totò and Peppino in Cirenaica. There is no drama of the fall, but there is the FdI deputy, De Bertoldi, who has moved to the League, who his old colleagues do not have the courage to approach and ask him: “But you, have you kept the FdI chats?”. No one can tell the truth except Santanchè and to write it the only way is now to take the license of the madman or to be Minzolini who from Tajani takes the amazing phrase, we present behind, “Salvini jumps on all the trains, but punctually misses them”. No, dear Schlein, this time your rhyming line, “Santanchè defends her handbags, not Italians from bills”, is outclassed by the phrase of Santanchè, a woman in addition, “Honorable Baldino, you accuse me of conflict of interest for my expertise having worked in tourism, well, said by someone who has made incompetence, government, makes you smile”. It is four pages of speech, and it is likely that there is the hand of Caramanna, the only one of FdI who has always defended you, it is likely that there is the pen of the directors that Santanchè has frequented, a part of Salvatore Tramontano, former deputy of the Giornale, who follows you, and however the rule always applies: “The verses are mine, but if you recite them badly they are yours”. The phrases “I look at myself in the mirror and I recognize myself and I understand better who you are” are by Santanchè; “to hide the justicialism you talk about opportunities, but history teaches you nothing?”. He lines up Mastella, Bassolino, Errani, Uggetti, Renzi, and Stefano Esposito, persecuted for seven years and then acquitted, and says: “I wouldn’t want to be part of this list”. He speaks while Barelli, you can bet, reminds Conte: “Vote Agnes, vote Agnes, Rai president”, even if Conte denies it: “We were talking about how to play dead in the water”. All the reporters, including those who will notice “Delmastro arrives and is embraced by the entire FdI” or that “Donzelli enters late”, all images captured by Piazza Pulita correspondent Roberta Benvenuto, all those who will highlight Santanchè’s loneliness are in awe of her handbag on the table, of her “media life imprisonment is a lifelong sentence”, of her “I am a free woman, I wear 12-inch heels, I care about my body, I love dressing well”, “I am the one from Billionaire’s Twiga, but this person you hate is the same one who answers the phone for some favor”. They are in awe of her promise, “I am a lady, I will be combative, I am happy to live” and “in the end I will reflect, alone, guided by my Prime Minister, I do not want to become a problem”, “reason and heart do not go together but my heart will prevail”. That the Chamber rejected the no-confidence motion with 206 votes takes nothing away from the truth. It is not Schlein and Conte who have distrusted Santanché, but Meloni. She let her “burn” by FdI, with few exceptions. Every time Meloni looks at herself, she will see the face of the other, her guarantor elegy will come back to her mind, like Tony Pisapia's monologue from the film “L'uomo in più”, the talent who had lost everything. Even fear.

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